call it a tea accident. {open}

* I put a spell on you

because you're mine - - - - - - - *      

Whenever she left that home of hers, it was immediately more difficult to avoid all of the modernities that were surrounding her. Be it street-lights, cars that were going too fast, bicycles and people dressed in weird clothing. At least the latter was something she had gotten used to and more comfortable with, but she was still keeping a safe distance from everything else. Or well, when it came to her own personal haven she did and it was limited to electricity mostly. But the furniture? Katrina simply loved her king size bed with all of it's fluffy pillows and covers. However, she had discovered quite soon after her awakening that cooking wasn't what it used to be back in the days – even if she hadn't been a master chef back then either, being the daughter of a nobleman and growing up surrounded by servants. When it came to that specific problem, she had been forced to cave in and she had found herself drawn to discreet restaurants and coffee shops that would give her what she needed. Since her first visit to a coffee shop she found a liking to it and upon arriving in Los Angeles the first thing she had done after settling down in a comfortable house was to find herself a new one. Katrina had become a regular costumer.

She didn't cook, but with the help of magic it was easy to get her hands on money one way or another. So this very evening, Katrina had gone to that same little coffee shop. It was dimly lit, the interior design being in soft colours that were kind to the eyes and a place that in general never had too many guests. Not during the evenings at least, which was when Katrina would show up. Then she would be sitting there sipping on her tea tasting of vanilla while picking on a cupcake, wondering when on Earth people had gotten the brilliant idea to make these small pieces of heaven. Katrina had proved to be picky with her food and what she put in her mouth, but cupcakes.. One of the few things she liked. Probably because of the sugary frosting. This all the while having her eyes focused on a history book in front of her. She had missed out on so much, thus she had a lot to catch up on.

Sitting in the very back at the coffee shop she was busy reading about the French revolution when her cup of tea came to an end. Frowning she glared down in that cup of hers and sighed, leaning back in her seat. Katrina threw a glance towards the counter and the waitress, her hand going for the charm around her neck which she began fiddling with. This before slowly getting up on her feet and moving over to the counter with her tea cup. She put a polite smile on her lips. ”A re-fill, thank you.” Was all she said while taking out some money from one of the pockets of her jeans. While doing this she heard the sound of the bell, when someone stepped into the coffee shop, and she frowned to herself. Katrina could be territorial of places she felt comfortable on, the coffee shop being one of them, and preferred it as less crowded as possible. But she didn't say anything, of course, but instead she paid for her re-fill and took her cup before turning around – realising too late that the person behind her was, perhaps, standing a little bit too close. At least in her opinion. The tea didn't end up on the person in front of her, but on herself. Before she knew it, the black sweater she wore had tea all over it. A low, almost hissing, sound escaped her lips as the hot tea came in contact with her skin causing her to quickly put the cup away before going for the napkins on the counter. All the while cursing to herself.